Chapter 209


    Lucan''s suppressed rage of eight years finally erupted at that moment. A congration of fury was


    unleashed, and his killing intent was towering as he stormed toward Vandill with a maddened zeal.


    The thousands of guards, as if breaking free from their shackles, transformed into wild beasts,


    overwhelming the Cobalt Strike Protégés in relentless waves.


    Vandill and the Protégés panicked, screaming and scrambling in terror. The Mallister family''s guard


    could not let them seed. They hacked and shed without regard for their own lives, unleashing


    pent-up fury.


    The sudden explosion ofbat prowess and madness struck fear even into the hearts of The


    Silent de.


    The multitude of over two hundred thousand miners were bewildered until the battle truly erupted.


    Only after Lucan and the others vented their fury, and vin''s name and his decrees of pardon


    spread throughout the crowd, did everyone fall silent, stunned for what seemed an eternity. Then,


    sobs began to echo sparsely across the square, and eventually, over two hundred thousand knelt


    collectively, their heads in their hands, weeping. Eight long years had finallye to an end.


    Was this all truly happening?


    Lucan and hispanions fought with a frenzy; blood and fire were intertwining and boiling the


    night sky. vin ascended the high tform, bowing deeply to the over two hundred thousand


    townsfolk. "The Mallister family owes you an apology. From today on, I, vin, swear on my life that


    history will not repeat itself."


    Helna and the others were still dazed, as though they were living a dream. Yet, looking at vin on


    the tform, and the crazed Lucan, they trembled. Their eyes were misting over. Led by Korb, they,


    too, approached the tform, bowing deeply to the crowd, admitting that the Mallister family owed


    them an apology.


    Balder took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. His heart ached at the sight.


    Mari gazed towards the fierce battlefield in the distance. The deadly struggle amidst blood and


    fire, the Mallister family guard''s frenzy, and the Cobalt Strike Protégé''s desperate fight. Each scene


    was shockingly poignant, and the trembling in their souls was audible in every roar.


    Mari''s eyes then shifted back to vin, her lookplex. Perhaps he had nned to kill Vandill


    and y every Protégé stationed at Azure Mountain from the beginning. He wouldn''t have


    summoned over five hundred assassins if that wasn’t the case.


    For eight years, Cobalt Strike had only mocked vin''s defiance as a joke. Theyughed about


    how, even beaten to a bloody pulp, vin wouldn’t kneel. They made light of his survival to this day


    as a miracle and jested about how he lived like a nobleman despite being a servant. But... when


    that perseverance, that stubbornness, that endurance elevated him from a mere servant to a


    Golden Protégé to a lord of the town, the meaningpletely changed.


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    The madness of a crazed servant was a joke, but the madness of a powerful being was destruction.


    vin was still vin. He hadn''t changed, but the environment had, his status had, his strength


    had, and everything... would be thoroughly transformed...


    Shadowlord''s Messenger? It was the first time Mari truly epted this title. The Eight Orders


    Commanders might have made a casual decision, yet it revealed the truest vin.


    Cobalt Strike had unwittingly forged a Shadowlord and set him free. What would the future hold?


    "What are you thinking about?" Balder''s smile was still warm and affable, but beneath the reflection


    of the firelight, it took on a mysterious edge.


    "The future," Mari whispered softly. The spirit within him could not ascend to the heavens without


    a storm, and The sh of Eight Orders was that storm. When the storm arose, the spirit


    transformed, and everything... changed.


    "We may have all underestimated vin," Balder mused, staring at the deeply bowing vin and


    the za of people weeping with joy. He had never imagined vin would order the execution of


    Vandill and the others, a simple decision that reflected his character and signified so much more.


    Was this twisted? No! It was courage and unyielding resolve.


    “Ha, I love it. I damned well love it.” Balder chuckled.


    As dawn broke, Azure Mountain was aze with activity, bustling and festive. The over two hundred


    thousand townsfolk finally understood that all of this wasn''t a dream; they were free once more; they


    were going home.


    Cobalt Strike had pardoned all their crimes. Their lives were no longer mired in darkness. They


    could start anew.


    They were excited, moved and relieved!


    They had heard of vin''s efforts and knew of his achievements. They were proud and happy


    because the stronger vin became, the more stable their ''freedom'' became.


    They witnessed vin''s decisive ughter and strong stance, yet far from fear, they felt an


    inexplicable sense of security. After so much hardship, they needed a resolute figure to bravely


    shield them, a leader daring enough to wield the de against the wicked.